“That was one thing those bastards hadn’t gotten around to yet.“How much longer?” Diane groaned. “This is awful!”“Wait until I do it wit... a gallon and a half,” Mom said with a grin. “The way Steve’s going, you’ll probably be there by tomorrow.”Diane just rolled her eyes.Finally, it was over. Mom sat her down on the toilet seat and removed the plug. The fluid, now mixed with fecal matter came out in a brown stream. Diane looked up at me with tears at the corners of her eyes. “Are you enjoying. Doug has the same routine, he hasn’t changed his routine or been spontaneous in fifteen years,” Mrs Malcolm said. I just sat there, not saying anything, taking this all in. She needed to release her pent up emotions and frustrations and I let her. “You know?” she said. “It’s the same thing day in day out, the same hum-drum existence. In bed by nine thirty, up at six. For breakfast he’ll have plain, bran cereal and a cup of weak, milky coffee, read the morning paper and complain about the. "FUck me like you mean it, baby! FUCK ME!" she screamed.He chuckled and gripped her shorts, ripping them off of her. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them, rubbing his rock-hard cock the whole time. While he was preparing, Cheyenne's hand went to her clit and began rubbing it. She moaned and got rougher with that pink clit. She watched Dave stroke his cock as he watched her pleasure herself.Cheyenne giggled, stopped playing with her clit, and spread her legs as wide as she could. . I wassoaking wet as I read them. It was getting late so Idecided to print off another story and go take a bathand lay down for the night. I love to lay in my bed andmasturbate as I read a good story or fantasize aboutsome man with a large cock as I bring myself off.After taking my bath, I climbed into my bed and startedto read a story about a lady and her son. The son hadcaught her as his dog was licking her. I had gotten sohot as I read on, using my vibrator to several climaxesbefore I put the.